AN ALPHA ATTACK
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CHAPTER 4
The next few minutes were a blur. Every muscle in Scott's body seemed to be in constant motion as he was fighting against his bonds. His mouth never closed around the howls of pain. And it made it even worse that Deaton had strapped his hand back down so he no longer had the comfort of his alpha's touch. He looked at Derek with such pleading, hoping he would get the message. He did, and stepped forward and stroked Scott's forehead. Scott immediately slumped down, breathing heavily, while a single tear leaked down his cheek.
"Okay, that should be good. You should be fully healed, other than soreness from the thrashing." Deaton then unstrapped Scott and he immediately hugged Derek and Stiles, who were standing right next to the table he was laying on. A few more tears leaked down his cheeks before the world went black.
"Hello Scott. Or should I say True Alpha? Yes, I know your little secret. And you know that kind of power doesn't come without a price." Deucalion swung his cane at Scott, who dodged it easily. Scott quickly shifted and let out a howl, hoping to alert Derek. His howl was cut short by a wolfsbane bullet to his lung. Despite the pain, he charged at Deucalion, managing to swipe his claws across his torso before being hit by another bullet to his leg. He let out a growl as Deucalion clawed him over and over, covering him in blood and scratches. His instincts kicked in, and he started running. He didn't get far as another wolfsbane bullet struck his back. He was only conscious long enough to hear Derek's roar and a few gunshots.
Scott's eyes flew open, and he was breathing heavily, very confused. He quickly stood up, hoping to get a glimpse at where he was, before the day before's events caught up with him and he suddenly got very dizzy. He would of fallen over if it weren't for someone's arms catching him. He then realized he was in his room, surrounded by the pack. Derek, Stiles, Boyd, Erica and Isaac, who caught him. Isaac laid him back down.
"You gave us quite a scare, Scotty." Said Stiles.
Everyone murmured or nodded in agreement.
"I feel like I was hit by a truck." Said Scott.
"And you probably will for a day or two. You're going to need lots of rest, and being with the pack will help also." Derek said.
"I'm starving. And I need to hit the bathroom, like now." He tried to stand up again, only to nearly fall over again. Isaac caught him again, asking if he needed help in the bathroom. Scott nodded, but waved Stiles over instead. Stiles helped him in the bathroom, to shower and empty his bladder, which was not as awkward as it could've been, seeing as Stiles was his best friend since before he can remember. He hobbled back out, to be greeted by a plate of food from Isaac. He sat down on the bed and devoured the food, and laid back down. He was quickly joined by everyone piling in his bed, quickly falling asleep in the comfort of his pack, feeling better already.